“I sometimes wonder if that is what Krishna meant—
Among other things—or one way of putting the same thing:
That the future is a faded song, a Royal Rose or a lavender spray
Of wistful regret for those who are not yet here to regret,
Pressed between yellow leaves of a book that has never been opened.
And the way up is the way down, the way forward is the way back.”
~T. S. Eliot | Four Quartets 3: The Dry Salvages.
Photo: Lake District, Cumbria, England.
Categories: Poetry & Quotes